The dead are gone, and more words are of no benefit. Wufu pinched a stick of incense in front of Old Man Shen's memorial tablet as a sign of mourning and tribute.
Following Shen Hongyu to another room to sit down, she looked around. The room was shabby, with hardly any decent furniture, but everything was neatly arranged. A wooden plank bed was covered with dry straw, and at the foot of the bed was a small blue cloth bundle.
Shen Hongyu brought over a big bowl with a chipped corner filled with water and placed it in front of Wufu, saying, "There's no tea at home, only water."
"Thank you." Wufu picked up the bowl and drank down the clear water in one gulp.
Shen Hongyu was somewhat surprised but said nothing.
"What are your plans now?" Wufu asked, looking at the small girl with swollen red eyes, a flicker of pity in her gaze.
Shen Hongyu sneered: "What else can I do, just keep living on."
